The call had been surprisingly short. A captain's tired face on the holo: "Lieutenant Bast Emblai and ranger Darmus Onn-" a pause as he rubbed his eyes. They'd been without a headquarters on Coruscant for so long now it was taking its toll on the people. Darmus' rig made overtime trying to track the culprits of the attack, but the cost of all that extra equipment didn't come out of his ranger salary.. him renting his dataplagues out to Czerka corporation did that. It was a necessity. Chief Hudson was in the hospital still, every almost getting killed by the Sith and most of the already spare captains were off doing their own thing, like Captain Rook, who was always off somewhere doing Force knows what. Anyway, the captain on the holo continued; "-go to Cybot Galactica offices. There's been a suspicious death. Report to me directly."
Now, Darmus didn't like it one bit, but he still got up in the morning, showered, shaved and threw on some clean clothes before heading off to the nearest transit terminal. He was supposed to meet the lieutenant at the corporation's office, so he thought, so he endeavored to make her wait. He liked Bast, but for some reason the young one was a lieutenant now just like Darmus' protege Corran and it stung a bit. They never even offered him a promotion in almost thirty years. So in his effort to make the girl wait, Darmus decided to go get a breakfast bagel at a place two districts away from corporate plaza and take one of those slow droid-driven speeder cabs from there. Just to make sure he'd have her waiting for at least five minutes.
When he finally arrived he smiled apologetically, half-eaten bagel still in hand, "Sorry, lieutenant Emblai. Traffic, what can I say?" Darmus smiled and extended his half-eaten bagel towards his superior as if to suggest she was free to finish it if it made her feel better. The old ranger was nearing fifty now and stationed in the core for so long that he knew all the tricks to make this job not ruin his life. It did, ofcourse, but on some days it was the little things like making a new lieutenant look bad that made up for all the death and destruction that surrounded them.
Before him the Cybot Galactica's skyscraper rose into the clouds. Kriff, this really was one of the galaxy's mega-corporations and this wasn't even their main office. it was the regional office for the Galactic Core, far away from actual Headquarters in the corporate sector. For a moment there Darmus was reminded of the fact that Czerka wasn't the only mega-corp in existence and that somehow humbled him. "So, suspicious death. Rather vague. What do you think it is?" he asked Bast as he turned to her and, for the first time, smiled earnestly. He counted her among his few friends. Maybe that was only because they suffered trauma together on Outpost Blue and had a mutual friend.. or, maybe they just clicked.
@Kestrel
Now, Darmus didn't like it one bit, but he still got up in the morning, showered, shaved and threw on some clean clothes before heading off to the nearest transit terminal. He was supposed to meet the lieutenant at the corporation's office, so he thought, so he endeavored to make her wait. He liked Bast, but for some reason the young one was a lieutenant now just like Darmus' protege Corran and it stung a bit. They never even offered him a promotion in almost thirty years. So in his effort to make the girl wait, Darmus decided to go get a breakfast bagel at a place two districts away from corporate plaza and take one of those slow droid-driven speeder cabs from there. Just to make sure he'd have her waiting for at least five minutes.
When he finally arrived he smiled apologetically, half-eaten bagel still in hand, "Sorry, lieutenant Emblai. Traffic, what can I say?" Darmus smiled and extended his half-eaten bagel towards his superior as if to suggest she was free to finish it if it made her feel better. The old ranger was nearing fifty now and stationed in the core for so long that he knew all the tricks to make this job not ruin his life. It did, ofcourse, but on some days it was the little things like making a new lieutenant look bad that made up for all the death and destruction that surrounded them.
Before him the Cybot Galactica's skyscraper rose into the clouds. Kriff, this really was one of the galaxy's mega-corporations and this wasn't even their main office. it was the regional office for the Galactic Core, far away from actual Headquarters in the corporate sector. For a moment there Darmus was reminded of the fact that Czerka wasn't the only mega-corp in existence and that somehow humbled him. "So, suspicious death. Rather vague. What do you think it is?" he asked Bast as he turned to her and, for the first time, smiled earnestly. He counted her among his few friends. Maybe that was only because they suffered trauma together on Outpost Blue and had a mutual friend.. or, maybe they just clicked.
@Kestrel